Mason Leiono

Mason was always a troubled kid, from an early age he got into trouble, he'd always be the bully that asked for lunch money, or the kid who you never wanted to be at school. His parents tried everything, counseling, therapy, discipline. He'd never listen to them, until they sent him off to a correctional camp, a type of camp for troubled kids. The camp air was dense and the cabins leaked water as the wood slowly rotted. The happy, respectable councilors that Mason saw with his parents, were now changing that facade into a fake reality. Mason couldn't handle it, he'd worked everyday getting supplies, he hasn't slept in weeks since he joined the camp. Tonight was the night, he'd sneak out at midnight and use the same supplies he's been hiding under his bed to get out, As he treaded through the same forest, he remembered looking through his mom's car window to see. He crawled through the hole underneath the electric wired fence aslong as he didn't touch the fence it's self he'd be alive, one touch and Mason's story would be over , he was free? Mason sprinted through the forest, running as fast as he could, until he ran back to the fence? No he thought that couldn't be, he kept running and running in different directions trying to end up back home. But he'd keep running back to the fence "Is this some sick fucking prank?" Mason said trying to catch his breath, just then a crack was heard behind Mason, a man? A animal? A shadow. "Who's there?" Mason called to the figure watching him from afar, as they slowly creeped in a smile cracked on its face "stay back!" Mason said as he slowly stepped back more closer to the fence "get away freak!" He screamed, as the shadow was close until it stared at him, like a spider watching it's prey. Until it charged him, Mason ran backwards as fast he could until all that was heard was a painful shock 150mA, shock tearing apart Mason's muscles, and ripping a scar on his chest and his hands until he woke up, his hair drenched with sweat and his eyes full of tears, he looked around he was fine, but the scars remained on his body. "What the-" Mason asked, unknowing of the true meaning of the camp.